Discussion in 'Poetry' started by LandLoper, Jan 6, 2005.

  1. LandLoper

    LandLoper Member

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    Her skin was drawn

    And my thoughts sank by her feelings.
    I was drowning
    With no concern.

    Bubbles rose up from our goblets
    Of life.
    Or death.

    She felt heavyhearted
    Saying "we're alive here
    But death can come through the door any second"

    Though, I felt secure
    Her paradisiacal warming hands of heaven
    Served me like a cure.

    I genuinely feel a great desire
    Of sinking in that bathtub again.

    Warm water, beautiful angel, a star made of dust:
    New Year.

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